illustration: Delphine Jones |
She’s a
dainty wisp of wonder
And she
makes our children smile.
A flimsy,
floaty Tinker Bell
Who comes
once in a while.
She
scatters twinkling sunshine
On the
coverlets of the bed.
And places
glistering silver coins
Beneath our
infant’s head.
She’s a
slice of myth and legend
And her
wings are laced with gold.
Her dress
is made of filigree;
She’s
impish and she’s bold.
She hovers
in the bedroom
When our
babes are fast asleep,
And in
exchange for jewels and gems,
A tiny tooth she’ll keep.
1 comment:
This is beautiful and reminds us how short children's childhood lasts.
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